I try to keep my opinions regarding social issues to myself on the Internet. I share my opinions with those who already know me personally and are aware of my good intentions.
However, consider this my first Internet rant.
This weekend, I saw a child, no older than 10 years old, wearing a black “Piko” (I just found out what a Piko is – I thought it was just classified as a large shirt), some Aztec leggings, fur boots, carrying a purse on her shoulder and had a smart phone in her hand as she walked through Home Depot. I looked up to see her mother who was wearing the same thing, just different colors.
Now, these people have done nothing to me directly. Their existence doesn’t affect mine. This is not meant to offend or pass judgment, but to invoke conversation.
#1 Why does this 10-year-old look exactly like her mother? Why are they wearing the exact same outfit?
#2 Why does this 10-year-old have a cell phone? Does she need it to let her mom know that she’ll be on aisle 10 while Mom peruses Martha Stewart paints?
I’m sure I’m in the wrong somehow, but I can’t help but be bothered by this.
Going back to #1 above, I realize this shouldn’t bother me. Why should I care what these strangers are wearing? To me, it’s more than that. It appears we are forcing adulthood on children. We all remember being 10 years old. When I was ten, I was not wearing the latest styles that my mother was sporting and playing with a $500+ handheld device as my family and I walked through stores.
I didn’t have a right to be bored. I was ten and had no idea what life was like. Louis C.K. said it best:
I laughed recently at a post I saw on FaceBook. A fellow classmate of mine runs a small boutique. It fits her. She was always a fashion-forward gal when we were in high school. It’s natural that she would run a fashion boutique. But, what gets my goat here is this boutique is marketed to the people she knows personally. Assuming she knows everyone in the county she lives in, that’s approximately 19,000 people). Taking away approximately 9,000 males, we are left with 10,000 females that would be in the market.
I see her post on FaceBook: New Piko – $39.50 in XYZ colors and ABC sizes.
Then the comments roll in. Excited women posting their chosen size and color.
Side note: I lived in this town. Even if you don’t personally know someone, you know them from seeing them again and again. There’s one Wal-Mart.
So, I think to myself: is every-fucking-body in that town ordering that? As a consumer, I don’t want to wear what everyone else is wearing. I imagine there’s a day where more than one woman wears this particular shirt/leggings/outfit. They all look the same!
Do all these women actually like this style? Or do they just want it because they are being told it’s fashion and in style?
Speaking on cell phones in general, since Danny and I gave up cell phones in August, I have people-watched more. I particularly enjoy watching as Danny and I sit at a restaurant waiting for our food to arrive. We look around at the restaurant’s decor, talk about why they chose particular items and discuss our own lives. I look around: a family of four sitting next to us obviously waiting for their food. But, no conversations are being had (well, none verbally with their family sitting right in front of them). They are all glued to their phones, some enamored with statuses/conversations on FaceBook, others looking bored, scrolling through images on instagram.
People walk through life using peripheral vision to guide them as their focus is on their phone. They laugh at the memes and post self-portraits to various social network sites. #selfiesunday. I can’t believe that “selife” is a word. Ugh.
Regarding #2 above, I will admit I judge parenting in general. I’m not one yet and I’m sure I will eat my words, but for now, I judge.
What does a 10 year old need with a cell phone as she is standing next to her mother in Home Depot? Surely it’s not a safety net in case they get separated in the store. Why would a child need a $500+ iPhone to call her mother? A $10 phone will do the same thing.
My point is this: kids don’t need cell phones. Hell, adults really don’t need cell phones. They are merely a convenience. A convenience that everyone is now accustomed to and views it as a necessity.
I’ve not even addressed the fact that this kid was carrying a purse. Not a cute, Hello Kitty purse that obviously was made for children. I mean a beige, looks-like-her-mother’s purse. Why does she need a purse? I often ponder what women need with purses. A child surely does not need one!
I firmly believe that we, as a society, are forcing our children to grow up too quickly. Let them enjoy the imaginations they have. All too soon that imagination will be put aside while they are forced to work a job they don’t like because they are expected to decide what they want to do at 18 years old.
That’s my rant. I just wasted time in this short life bitching about something I have no control over. What are your thoughts on these matters?